This is a much longer chapter, and took quite awhile longer to write. I started it, then completely scrapped the first draft. This chapter is also the start of why this fic has a mature rating. I warned you. ~M
Darkness filled the room, and moans echoed through it. He watched as she squirmed under his touch, struggling against her bonds. He slowly dug his claws into her thighs, piercing her soft flesh. She cried out, arching her back. "Ah, my Tallest…!" Grinning wickedly, he leaned forward, running his tongue over her neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his lover.
"You're mine now. No one else's. Only mine."
He sank his teeth into her neck, marking her. She screamed in ecstasy, panting as he ran his tongue over the wound. Her blood stung his tongue. "Anything for you, my Tallest," she breathed her reply. Half-lidded amber eyes looked up at him, full of adoration and lust. Her wine-colored hair was splayed out on the pillow; he could get drunk simply looking at her.
"That's a good girl… Gazlene."
Zim woke with a start, chest heaving. He slowly blinked his large ruby eyes, registering his surroundings. He hissed softly as he realized he was in his chamber, alone, inside his base. That had seemed so real, though, he thought sullenly, absentmindedly running his claws in the empty space beside him. This was the third morning in a row he had awoken to find himself alone after a long night of unconscious fantasy. Each time the dream occurred, it became more vivid, as if he were truly able to feel her skin, smell her scent, taste her... The Irken shook his head. This is not the time to dawdle on dreams! he inwardly ranted at himself. Rolling to his feet, Zim headed to the closet. From inside, he withdrew a red t-shirt, pink turtleneck, and black jeans. After carefully sliding the clothing articles on, minding his PAK, he stepped into his boots, and reached for his leather gloves. Zim paused, staring at his long black claws. Claws that, in the realm of his mind, would dig into that porcelain skin, making her scream and squirm….
"BAH!" he exclaimed, quickly wiggling his hands into them. He had no time for such nonsensical thoughts; before he could even head out the door to Skool, there were the matters of his computer and GIR to deal with.
"WEEEEEEEE PIGGY!" Zim flinched as he stepped out of the elevator. GIR was dancing around the living room manically whilst watching a documentary on pigs of all sorts. Narrowing his eyes, the alien addressed his other problem child. "Computer! Keep GIR occupied while I am gone! Also, see what information you can hack from the Irken database." It had been months- maybe eight, or more?- since the last time Zim had seen or spoken to the Almighty Tallest. As such, he had taken to hacking the system as secretly as possible to see what was happening in the armada. It was not that he cared if they were successful or not; he was merely curious how far Impending Doom Two had gone and how well it had succeeded. Skoodge, last he had seen, was doing quite well, despite his small stature. The Irken grinned at this thought. Not so long ago, they had both been very short, two of the shortest Invaders there were. However, since spending so long on Earth, Zim had somehow managed to continue growing. He had been merely four feet eight inches tall when he had arrived so long ago; now, he stood an impressive five feet ten inches. He had chalked it up the difference in gravity and atmosphere, as Earth's atmosphere was much gentler in composition than Irk's and the gravity was lighter. Zim became so enraptured in his own thoughts, he almost missed his computer's snarky reply.
"The least you could do is say 'Please', ya know."
Zim growled. "I am still your master, computer. Even if I am no longer actively trying to conquer this planet, you will obey me!"
"You mean, after failing enough, you gave up."
On cue, GIR yelled, "OOOOOOOOOO!" further aggravating the Irken.
Pointing at one of the computer's security monitors, he yelled, "I have not failed! My greatest scheme simply has yet to be put into motion! You will obey! Now shut your face and respect your Master Zim!" With this he headed to the door, violently swinging it open. As he began to shut it behind him, he heard one last snark from the computer.
"Someone is in denial. And by the way, I don't have a face to shut."
During home period, Zim went to the library. His anger from earlier had cooled slightly, but not enough to prevent him from snapping at a few students who had made the mistake of pestering him. Over the years, he had found the Skool library to be a place of solace and quiet, as well as an amazing place to gain knowledge about planet Earth and the creatures and beings that inhabited it. He walked slowly over to the science section, running his fingers over the various book covers. Human's rather limited knowledge in the subject of science amused him, especially their limited knowledge of the cosmos. It was no wonder he had blended in so easily; most humans were simply so narrow-minded that they didn't believe there was any possible way for there to be aliens. He chuckled lowly. How horribly wrong they are.
He stopped, and selected a book from the shelf. The Facts of Life: Proof That the Supernatural and Extraterrestrial Simply Do Not Exist read the title. Zim had read this book before, mostly due to the shock value of the title. Later, it had become a comedic read for him, especially considering the author was none other than his nemesis Dib's father, Professor Membrane. Amazing how a man who was so praised for his discoveries (which he rightfully deserved) could not see the truth. Reading the book had given him insight into what made Dib tick, however, as well as Gaz. Dib was stuck in the shadow of his father, and even if he were a genius, his mania and ego would always overshadow his intelligence. Gaz… well, she was a special case. She was pure, unadulterated genius. It was well known in the school she would graduate Suma Cum Laude and valedictorian of Hi Skool. Even Irken scientists would awe at her brilliance. All feats and tasks she undertook, she succeed in. Her physical ability and appearance matched her intelligence, stunning. She acknowledge the existence of other worldly forces, extraterrestrial and supernatural. Gaz herself, Zim had noted, possessed an other-worldliness about her. Something almost demonic. Movement ahead of him made Zim raise his head from the book. Speak of the devil and she shall appear.
The girl in question was two bookshelves down from him, browsing through the geology section, eyes narrowed in concentration as she scanned for the materials she needed. Zim observed her from where he stood, mentally taking notes. Science and observation had always come easily to him, thus why he had his highest grades in science courses. He watched the girl as a scientist would a test subject. The way her lips subtly moved as she muttered to herself, how her eyes lightened and darkened as she discovered what she needed and when she found something new. Her fingers danced over the shelves, nails delicately pulling books forth for her to place into her growing stack on the floor. Based on the books she was pulling, Zim could assume she was working on the end of course essay for Geological Studies. It seemed she had chosen the properties of meteorites as a main topic. The Irken smiled. He had done his over the weakness of the surface minerals of Earth the previous year. Anything involving space would have been to close for comfort to Zim. He knew enough about space; learning more about Earth had proven much more useful. Useful for what, he still had no idea. This thought quickly made his smile drop. His computer had not been entirely wrong. He wasn't in denial, by any means, but he had not actively tried any schemes or plans in a long time. Hell, he didn't have any new plans. He shook his head, moving his attention back to Gaz, who was briskly reading through one of the books she had picked out. Her fingers quickly, gently, turned the pages as she read. Her husky whisper lulled Zim's mind. His eyes wandered from her lips down to her neck. That neck that he had sunk his teeth into, had ran his tongue over in his dream…
He mentally kicked himself, and physically smacked himself in the face with the book. "Ow!" he exclaimed. This was no time for his late night fantasies to surface! "I must be losing my mind," he grumbled, placing the book back into its rightful place. He jerked to attention as he heard someone clear their throat. He looked back to his left, only to meet the fiery gaze of Gaz.
"You can't lose something you never had," she retorted. "And could you please keep it down? Some of us have papers we have to finish, and this damned library is barely sufficient to complete anything!" The wine haired young woman returned her gaze back to the scientific journal in her hands.
The Invader blinked once, twice. Then, as if possessed, he moved forward, closing the space between himself and the girl, the object of his nightly euphoria.
Gaz gripped the book harder as she forced her eyes to stay on the journal she was holding. She hadn't even realized Zim was standing there, mere feet away from her. Had she known, she wouldn't have been able to focus at all. She was having a hard enough time now that she knew he was there, especially as he continued to stare at her. She carefully closed the journal, placing it on the small stack of reading materials she had gathered. The comment of the library being insufficient had been a blatant lie; its selection rivalled that of a college's. Even if something were not there, she could even order it from the public or university's library, or just use the internet as many students did. Gaz pulled another book from the shelf, scanning the first few pages quickly, until she felt a presence uncomfortably close to hers. She looked up to see the disguised alien- or maybe ailment was a proper word- reading the pages along with her.
"Mr. Lonten allowed you to select meteorites, eh?" he grinned that sarcastic grin of his. "I didn't know that counted as geology." His warm breath tickled her ear and neck.
Gaz stared back at him, feeling the fire that always built inside her burn hotter. Desire was within the fire, but indignation and rage also built. How dare he question her subject choice? "If it is involving how the minerals and elements found on them are also found on Earth and how it could be evidence of other Earth-like planets, he will," came her cool reply. She knew Zim had taken the course the previous year; Mr. Lonten often spoke of how impressive the Irken had done, especially on his final essay. He should have been aware astronomy was an allowed subject for the end of course essay.
Zim laughed rather loudly. "'Earth-like planets'?" He cackled more. His laughter made the fire in her turn from an angry blaze to a glowing warmth. That crazy laugh of his always made her feel odd, almost giddy. Keeping her face blank, she asked, "What's so funny about that?"
The alien shook his head. "I hate to rain on your essay, little Gaz, but there are not planets like Earth. Yes, there were planets of very similar make up of Earth, but there are none that are exactly 'Earth-like'."
Her eyes widen a little. "What do you mean, 'were'?"
The alien paused, face becoming calm for a moment. Then, a very wicked grin appeared, and even from behind his contacts, an almost insane gleam shone through. The fire within her moved lower, and it took all her concentration to not let her cool mask become tainted with a blush.
"I say 'were', Gazlene, because all the planets that had an almost identical make up to Earth were destroyed."
The fire built back into a blaze, and the tone his voice had saying her proper name almost made her swoon. Almost.
The bell rang for next period, interrupting the conversation. Zim turned, still grinning. "See you in Health and Fitness, Gazlene."
She was left standing, stunned and flustered all at once, in the library. For some unholy reason, the thought of those planets being destroyed enticed her. Or, perhaps, it had been the sheer exhilaration and madness in Zim's voice when he had spoken. Either way, she didn't have a prayer of making it to class on time.